Tag: Wife

The time my infidelity saved a marriage [mff]

This story has been asked a lot in private messages so since I got some time and missed you guys, here it is.

Awhile back I was getting tutored for a science course, I was failing bad and this was the 2nd attempt. My teacher offered to tutor me in a lab after school two days a week and I agreed. The first session sucked, I kinda caught on but was still having problems. During the second session I told him I wanted to quit because I couldn’t catch on. He looked kinda disappointed, I went to sit next to him and leaned over and he looked at me in the eyes. It was then I decided to chance this, he was older but hot also. I unbuttoned my polo shirt (3 button) knowing my bra and top of breast were visible. Told him there most be another way. My hand was already on his leg and I moved towards his dick which was already hard. I touched it and said please. He told me to go lock the door. The tutoring room we were in had a glass door but had a filter so no one could see through. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Hot Little Blonde Sister 1 [Mf] [voy] [mast]

Standing at the door I knew I was in for a rough day. My girlfriend and I were paying a visit to my Best Friend, who was staying with his sister while they got their new house ready.

S answered the door. Tired and in pyjamas. It would be hard looking at her today without thinking about pounding my cum into her little pussy, the guilt about cheating on my girlfriend and the electric charge between me and S. We both knew it would happen again. It was just a matter of time.

We went upstairs and said hi to everyone. My best friend, his parents there to help and his little sister R.

I had known R since she was a kid. She was a quiet kid but developed quickly in her teens. I remember going over to theirs when she was about 17 and gorping at her huge beautiful tits in a low cut top. Her blonde hair and perfect smooth skin made me want to grab her then and there in the kitchen and bang her against the sink. Read more »

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 16 [fM]

I told Mom that Bethany and I were heading over to hang out with some friends. We shut the front door behind us and Bethany let out a long sigh.

“I’ll see you around,” she said and slung her overnight bag over her shoulder. I noticed she was still wearing Joe’s shirt when she turned for home.

“Bye,” I said before heading down to Mark’s house. I put all the drama out of my mind so I could enjoy spending Saturday with Mark.

He answered the door with a happy grin. “Come on in.”

After shutting the door behind me, he wrapped me up in his arms. His hug lifted me off the ground, but his kiss put me in orbit. His lips were firm, but yielded to my tongue. His own tongue met mine, then swept along my lips as we turned our faces to kiss again.

I felt his wiener pushing into my stomach, so I wrapped my legs around his waist to rub right against his thickening bulge. Sparks flew when he gasped in my mouth. I squeezed even harder and he put my back against the door to press into me. Read more »

A Helpful Stranger, part 2 [MFT][Fdom]

_A brief review of part 1_

Our bedroom is big, light and airy, on the second floor of our new suburban home. It’s on the corner of the house, with windows on two sides that catch a nice breeze on these warm summer days. It was my favorite room in the house until Greg started becoming more insistent and even abusive about sex. Recently it had started to seem like his attention was always on satisfying his enormous cock.

Greg had arrived home from work looking drunk, and he was excited to see me wearing my sexy schoolgirl outfit. My new friend Sara, who I’d met that afternoon, had told me that she would help with my abuse at Greg’s hands and cock. Sara told me to wear something sexy when Greg arrived, and I was wearing a short plaid skirt, red bra and thong, a short sleeved translucent white blouse, white ankle socks and shiny black Mary Janes. I’m short and petite, with small perky breasts, a tan complexion and long, wavy brown hair. Read more »

She said it’s not cheating. [m/f]

The story I’m going to tell happened some months ago with me.

I’m a fashion photographer (M/34) here in Paris/France.

I take my job very seriously and I never crossed any lines with models I photographed for three reasons. First, I’m married and love my wife. Second, I’m a professional and any improper behavior can ruin my career. Third, I respect the women I work with. Just because a model smiles or talks to me, doesn’t mean she wants something.

This was just another job. Chloe (F/22) called me weeks before the job to organize a lingerie shooting. She wanted some pictures to start modeling. Chloe is a gorgeous french blond, 1.78 tall, skinny, amazing body, long blond hair.

We decided to photograph at her apartment in the 8eme because of the natural light and the Parisian style. I buzzed to get in her building and she asked me to come up to the 4th floor. Chloe opened the door with a big smile, she looked amazing just with a jeans and t-shirt. Read more »

[M/F] Hot Hockey MILF leads to a brief affair that ends up melting the ice

About:

This is a true story and I am sorry if it’s a little long. I got to writing it and, once I began remembering all the strong emotions and what I was feeling at the time, I just could not stop. It was a few years ago so I was, at the time, about 40. I call myself a typical average guy. Not tall but not short (5’8”), not skinny but not fat (155 lbs.) not ripped but not flabby (a bit better than a dad bod) and not huge but tiny under my jeans (6” long and about 5” around). Add to that short brownish (now adding a bit if grey) hair and deep blue eyes and you get a typical, average guy. Carmen was something else though. Otherworldly. At the time she was in her early 50’s but you never would have know it. Petite (5’2″), slight (110 lbs.), an ass toned from years of jogging, and (as I would later find out) firm, natural breasts that in now way belonged on a woman her age who had given birth to two boys. She had shoulder length auburn hair and the kindest, deep brown, almost black eyes that you could just get lost in. Add to that (again, as I would later find out) years of pent-up sexual energy, it all lent itself to a lot of fun, a bit of heart break and, eventually, even more crazy. Read on… Read more »

[Group, MF] The college theater trip, part three

Continued from [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4x0m8f/mf_the_college_theater_trip_day_two/)

I realized as I was titling this that the last part was not so much “day 2” as “the morning of day 2”, so, this one is called “part 3.”

After Alex got dressed and left the suite to rendezvous with Chris in their own suite, my head was chaotic with conflicting thoughts and feelings. A bright buzzing spot in my brain wanted me to be ecstatic about what had just happened, but another part of me felt guilt and confusion about the possibility of having inserted myself into someone else’s relationship in a bad way.

I got dressed and relaxed for a while, watching some TV and drinking more coffee. The hangover was still definitely present, so I needed the break. Despite trying to relax, though, I couldn’t help thinking about the previous 12 hours and how much had gone down. Two major fantasies had come true in such a hurry that I almost felt like I needed to go back in time and force myself to pay even more attention – it had all gone by so damn fast. Sitting there watching SportsCenter (no offense to Chris Berman, *not* the sexiest show on television) even my idle thoughts were enough that I had a rock hard erection in my jeans that wouldn’t go away. I felt like I was 14 years old again. Read more »

The Liberation of Supergirl, part 1 [MF] [First Person]

“Oh, Supergirl! I always knew you were a skillful hero, but I had no idea how talented you were with your mouth!” As you slide your wet, red lips up and down the sides of my shaft you look up into my eyes, encouraged by the compliment. You pause at the top, swirling your tongue around the head once, twice, then brushing your tongue smoothly up the underside right to the tip, before plunging forward and enveloping my thick cock in your mouth. Holding it deep inside for what seems like an eternity yet at once not nearly long enough, you raise your head with a line of drool running down the corner of your mouth.

“Aw, thanks Batman,” you smile. “Well when you saved me from that horrible villain, I knew I had to repay you somehow. I never would have broken free of those kryptonite chains if you hadn’t shown up.” You run your fingers down the length of my manhood and gently brush your nails across my balls. “I was so relieved when you arrived,” you continue seductively, then suddenly your hand tightens around my sack as you pull down, stretching my prick to its hardest. “Now it’s your turn to be relieved.” Read more »

TLDR Gave a stranger $40 for a blowjob [m/f]

This happened about ten years ago and was very uncharacteristic of me.

It was almost 3am, and I was just leaving work after an unplanned network maintenance. Figuring my wife wouldn’t have left anything for me to eat in the fridge, and not being much open that time of night in the edge of nowhere outer suburbs, I pulled into the only 24 hour gas station and mini market along the way home.

As I’m perusing the selection of frozen foods, packaged sandwiches, and long over cooked dogs, I can hear the only other customer giving the cashier a hard time about something. The woman’s complaints are rising in volume as my burrito is warming in the microwave. When I finally have assembled my three course junk food meal and am ready to pay, the woman has worked herself up to a full rage, screaming at the poor guy to stop being an asshole and just break her $100. As this point I assess the situation. The woman looks to be in her late 30’s, maybe early 40’s. She has dark hair and a hint of some color in her complexion, like she might be of Mediterranean or middle eastern descent, but she didn’t get much sun. She had a lot of curves, heavier than I tend to find interesting but hers was still a shapely body, maybe a size 14. She had on a white sleeveless shirt that looked like silk and hung loosely, showing a lot of cleavage and a gold chain, and she wore some sort of stretchy black slacks that were tight but didn’t look like they pinched. I’m always surprised by how tight women will wear clothing, I can’t stand to have the sensation of anything squeezing or binding me, specially my pants. Read more »

The Girlfriend [FF/Poly]

I trudged my way home from work with the warm Indian Summer air on my neck. With the midwest summers it was always better to wake up to sun and walk home in it, compared to the winters where I hardly saw daylight. As I approached the door through our multicoloured, but subdued shitty architecture, hallway I could begin to smell dinner. You imagine mice have a similar sensation as they get closer to the cheese and inevitable reward. My reward, a yapping dog that unfortunately heard the buckle of my satchel I so desperately try and hide when marching towards the wooden door.

In between the dog’s barks I shout a “hey something smells good!” You both are dancing around a bit as you shuffle between one side of the counter to the other to cheesy 2000’s dance hits. “You two would make more progress if you put down the glass of wine” I say slyly and with a smile. I unwrap the satchel from my neck, reach down to pet the now subdued protection mutt, and sit down on a chair at the bar. She reaches into the fridge and hands me a beer. “Did I mention you are a mind reader?” I mutter to her as she hands me my favourite brew and returns to your momentarily paused dance party. Read more »